Well, then. That had worked out nicely. He leaned down, cupping her face and kissed her gently. He’d planned to make it brief, but when he nibbled her bottom lip and her lips parted, welcoming him, he couldn’t resist. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers, and tasted the sweet, minty flavor of her mouth. She made a needy sound in the back of her throat, and the surge of desire that zipped through him was made of pure fire. His heartbeat picked up speed and blood rushed downward.
This woman pressed his buttons in so many ways. Sexy and smart, but more than that, he could feel her hunger vibrating in every move. He both hated and loved that she was so starved for this kind of touch. Hated that she’d been neglected but loving that he was the one she’d chosen to give her what she craved. Everything felt so intense and fresh. A kiss wasn’t just a kiss with her. It was a full-out experience. She put everything she had into it, like she was drinking up the electricity between them. How long had it been since a kiss had made him feel that excited?
He pulled back, a little breathless, and smiled down at her. What the hell letter where they on again? J? P? No… “Luscious.”
Her pupils were pinpricks in the bright lights and her eyes a mesmerizing green. She licked her already slick lips. “Maybe we should go back to my place?”
“Now?” he asked, watching her mouth, wanting it again. Against his lips. On his skin. Other fun and fabulous places.
“Or maybe we should just stay right here.” She slid her arms around his neck, her breasts brushing up against his chest and making him grow hard behind his zipper.
“Please don’t ever doubt how much I want you,” he said, trying to remember the thread of the scene.
She met his gaze. “Quit talking.”
“Right.” He leaned in and kissed her again. This time he let his hands drift down her back and over the curve of her ass. He pulled her against him, letting her feel what the kissing was doing to him, and she whimpered into his mouth—one of the hottest sounds he’d ever heard. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and without thinking he lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around his hips.
The flowy skirt of her dress slid up her legs, exposing hot, smooth thighs. He wanted to kiss his way up one and down the other. The scent of her arousal filled his head, and he lost his mind a little. He groaned, scene forgotten, and walked her over to the side wall, pressing her into the soft acoustic tiles and bracing her there as he let his hand track up her thigh. She made a soft, breathy sound and her hips bucked. Fuck, she was so sweet and pliant, so goddamned starved for pleasure. He wanted to make up for all the guys who’d dismissed her or walked on by because she was a little different, because she was shy, because she had some unruly muscles. Fucking idiots. This woman was a goddamned gift.
His hand slipped higher, his thumb tracing the edge of her panties. She shuddered in his one-arm hold, and he moved his thumb closer to her center. The thin fabric was damp and hot.
“Christ.” He broke away from kissing her, and his cock flexed against his zipper, painfully hard.
“That doesn’t. Start. With an S,” she said between breaths.
“Sorry. So soft. So sweet. So sexy. Enough S’s for you, sunshine?”
She laughed this low, throaty laugh. “Totally.”
He feared if he stopped the game, she’d stop everything, start thinking. U, U, U… He set her down on her feet. “Underwear needs to come off.”
Her eyes popped open, and she looked down at him as he crouched in front of her. “I…uh…V. Very risky.”
He smiled. That wasn’t a no. He got to his knees, slid his hands up her thighs, and found the waistband of her panties. Without giving either of them too much time to think about it, he yanked them down and off.
“Want you,” he said, slowly tugging on the tie of her dress. The knot came loose and the dress opened to him. Her fingers dug into the soft wall, but she didn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she watched him and his hands. He took in every inch of the delicious view. Hollyn pressed up against the wall, cheeks flushed, lace-clad breasts exposed, smooth belly moving with quick breaths, and then…the sexy triangle of trimmed curls fully bared to him—well, that was just a goddamned wonder. W, w.w. “Wow.”
She was trembling and breathing hard, but her eyes were begging for what she needed. “X-rated,” she said hoarsely. “This is X-rated.”
“Yep.” He dragged his knuckles over her center, pink and flushed and so fucking gorgeous. “Screw Z,” he said, moving closer. “I’m ready to circle back to O.”
Chapter Eighteen
Hollyn had no idea who had taken over her good sense and replaced it with wild abandon, but there was no way she was moving from this spot, not with Jasper kneeling at her feet and looking at her like he was going to make every sordid fantasy she’d had about him come true. Never had she bared herself so brazenly for anyone. Bright lights. Pinned against a wall. Nowhere to hide. This couldn’t actually be happening. They were supposed to be playing an improv game. They were at work. There was a—
Jasper’s hot, wet tongue dragged over her center, and all her logic and reason obliterated into mist. Her head tipped back as her body quivered in response, and her hands went to his shoulders and gripped hard. No way were her knees going to hold up for this. Jasper groaned against her flesh like she was the most delicious morsel, and his lips found her clit, tasting her in the most intimate way possible. Lightning flashed through her bloodstream, making her gasp.
“So fucking sweet,” Jasper murmured as he kissed and tasted her, his tongue and lips weaving magic that made every feminine part of her sing. He put his hand behind her knee and draped her leg over his shoulder, opening her fully to him, exposing her in a way that made her feel both self-conscious and exceptionally alive all at once. Her hand went to the back of his head, gripping his hair, and unconsciously guiding him where she needed him most.
Jasper didn’t seem to mind being directed. If anything, the guttural sound he made said, Yes, show me what you want. Yes, I’m the one who can give it to you.
Hollyn’s belly fluttered, her breath coming short and fast as he laved at her most sensitive bits with hungry strokes and slid a finger inside her. Her body clenched around his finger, the heat of him both foreign and welcome. She rocked her hips in an involuntary rhythm.
“Fuck yes,” Jasper said, his breath painting her skin. “Come for me, gorgeous. Show me what you need.”
She pressed the back of his head closer, and she could feel him smile against her before he used that wicked tongue on her again. He slipped another finger inside her, touching just where she needed, and the combination of that and his mouth was too much. The blinding lights of the small room split into colors behind her eyelids, and she cried out, her orgasm rolling through her like a thunderstorm, powerful and unstoppable.